Jane Eyre-Part1

My name is Jane Eyre and my story really begins when I was ten years old.

I was living with my aunt, Mrs Reed, because my mother and father were

both dead. Mrs Reed was very rich and her house was large and beautiful,

but I was not happy there.

My three cousins, Eliza, John and Georgiana, were older than me. They

teased me, and never wanted to play with me. Sometimes they were very

cruel. I was afraid of them. Most of all, I was afraid of John Reed. He liked

to frighten me and he made me very unhappy. I often hid from him in a

small room. I liked to look at the pictures in the big books from the library

there.

I felt happy and safe in my little room that day, because I knew that John

and his sisters were with their mother. But then John got bored and

decided to look for me.

'Where's Jane Eyre?' he shouted. I kept very quiet and hoped he would not

find me, as he was not a clever boy. But his sister, Eliza, soon found where I

was hiding.

'Here she is,' she called, and I had to come out. John grinned

unpleasantly when he saw me.

'What do you want?' I asked him.

He made me stand in front of him. He stared at me for a long time, and

then, suddenly, he hit me. 'Now go and stand by the door,' he said.

Now I was really frightened. I knew that John was going to hurt me.

I went and stood near the door.

'I'll teach you to take our property,' said John Reed, and he picked up a

large, heavy book.

At first I didn't know what he was going to do. Then he lifted his arm and I

realised that he was going to throw the book at me. I tried to get out of the

way, but I was too late. He threw the book straight at me, it hit me on the

head, and I fell.

'You wicked and cruel boy,' I shouted. 'Why do you want to hurt me?' I

touched my head. There was blood on it. 'Look what you have done!' I cried.

My words just made John Reed angrier. He ran across the room towards

me, and began to hit me again and again. I was very frightened, so I hit him

back.

I don't know what I did to John Reed, but it hurt him. He started to call for

his mother.

"Mother, Mother!"

Mrs Reed heard the noise and hurried into the room. She didn't seem to

see the blood which ran down my face.

'Jane Eyre, you are a bad girl!' she cried. 'Why are you hitting poor John,

who is always so good to you?'

No one listened when I tried to say what John had done to me.

Mrs Reed told two servants to take me away.

'Take her to the red room and lock the door,' she told them.

The red room was cold and dark. A servant had told me that Mrs Reed's

husband had died in the room. Nobody ever went there at night.

I was very frightened. I cried for help, but nobody came.

'Please help me!' I shouted. 'Don't leave me here alone!'

Nobody came. I cried for a long time. I was more terrified with every

minute that went by. Then everything suddenly went black, and I think that

I fainted. I remembered nothing after that.

When I woke up, I was in my own bed. My head was hurting. The doctor

was sitting beside the bed. I felt very glad that someone who was not part of

the Reed family was in the room with me. 'What happened to me?' I asked

him.

'You are ill, Jane,' the doctor answered. 'The servant says that you have

cried a lot. Why did you cry so much?'

'I cry because I am miserable,' I replied.

The doctor looked puzzled. 'What made her ill yesterday?' he asked the

servant.

'She fell, sir,' was the reply. I could not waste this opportunity. I wanted

the doctor to know the truth about my life with Mrs Reed and my cousins. 'I

was knocked down,' I said. 'But that did not make me ill. I was shut up in a

dark, cold room until after dark.'

The doctor sent the servant away, and then he asked me, 'Are you unhappy

here with your aunt and cousins?'

'Yes, I am,' I told him. 'I'm very unhappy.'

The doctor looked at me kindly. 'I see,' he said. 'Would you like to go

away to school?'

'Oh yes, I think that I would,' I answered.

The doctor looked at me again for a long time, and then went downstairs

to speak to Mrs Reed. Much later, Mrs Reed came to see me and told me

that she had decided to send me to school.

A few days later, I left my aunt's house to go to school. I knew that Mrs

Reed and my cousins were glad to see me leave.

They did not want me to go back for holidays. I had lived with them for as

long as I could remember, but I was not really sad to leave. 'Perhaps I'll be

happy at school,' I thought. 'Maybe there will be someone who likes me. I

could find some friends there.'